Meadow

I had another vision around the same time as the doors vision (they both occurred at a women’s retreat).

This one needs a little bit of back story, though.

I’d always thought of heaven as being like a big, bustling city. All the people who loved God in both the Old and New Testaments, plus all of those who’ve lived and died since. And Jesus the savior of them all, the prince in the castle. So, while he loves everyone and everyone loves him, I’d had the impression that the chances to spend one-on-one time with Jesus would be few and far between. That would be okay, though, since he would still be near.

In my vision, I was in a grassy field and there were yellow flowers everywhere. (This is how I know the vision was from God. If it was from me, the flowers would have been purple.) Jesus was with me. It was just the two of us – not another soul in sight. And the feeling was that we had all the time in the world. There was no rush. Jesus didn’t have any other appointments to get to, and I had no one else I wanted to be with. There were no words spoken, just the sense that we were quietly enjoying each other’s company.

The love he has for each individual is so profound. Each person can have this with him as often as they desire. I don’t know how, but it’s true, and recollecting this vision still brings me to tears years later.